A/N: Hello friendly-friends. Wow, that was cheesy. Anyways, there's not much to say yet, so just enjoy!
"Madame President. Odysseus is here." I hear my assistant, Vanity's voice clearly over the intercom.
"Send him in." The door swings outwards and Odysseus Indigo sweeps into the room. The 32 year old has been Head Gamemaker for the past seven years, and I haven't found any reason to kill him yet. In fact, I have several very good reasons to keep him around.
His hair is my favorite color, Indigo, the same color as the small tattoo on my left calf. His skin is decorated with tiny intricate gold tattoos. Odysseus likes to keep his face simple, powdered heavily to smooth out his dark complexion, with slight eye makeup, but not much else.
"Good morning Jiselle. I hope you're doing well?" Odysseus speaks with a smirk on his face.
"I am doing well. And it's President Corbett here." I shoot him a stern look. There is no time for fooling around. Not today.
"Now, I understand that you have a proposition for this year's Quell?"
Every 25 years, before the Quarter Quell is announced, a meeting is held to decide the theme of the year's Quell. Supposedly, all of the Quells were chosen when the concept for the Hunger Games was first drawn up, but in reality, the theme is decided only a few months before it is announced. Our architects work fast.
"Yes." Odysseus replies, all business now.
"With your permission, of course, this year we will abolish all alliances outside of District partners." At first I'm confused. Getting rid of larger alliances will only slow the games down and bore our audiences. Then Odysseus speaks again.
"However, each district will be assigned a mutt at random. It will not be designed to kill, only maim, or seriously injure."
"And if District partners choose not to team up?" I ask, testing to see how foolproof his plan is.
"They will be forced to decide who gets the mutt. There will surely be bad blood between them." With every passing moment, I continue seeing just how genius this idea really is.
"Alright. Quarter Quell is a go."
"Thank you 'Madame President.'" Odysseus replies mockingly.
"And don't worry. You'll love the finale." He pulls me up from my chair across my desk and draws me in for a quick kiss.
"Are we still on for lunch at 1:30?" He asks, on his way to the door.
"Yeah." I reply quietly, in a daze.
A/N: So, it's my first chapter/prologue. Don't hate on me for the length, its a prologue for God's sake. Anyways, the tribute and mutt submission forms are on my profile. I will go over rules next chapter, but you can start looking it over now if you would like to. Please review, and I'll see ya soon.
p.s. tell me if you caught the HP reference.
I think I'll ask some questions.
1.) What do you think of the twist?
2.) Thoughts on Jiselle?
3.) Thoughts on Odysseus?
4.) Predictions?
